A wordless hiss had long since settled in Liam's ears like a constant background noise that accompanied his own hateful thoughts, but there was no loss of control, no reckless charge or childish outburst.
Simon had to die. There was no question about it. Liam would kill him, and the when had just been decided. The problem was how, albeit only in the specific sense.
Like with every hunt, Liam would have to study his environment, his window of opportunity, and, most importantly, his prey.
Simon was no Cecilia or level two magical beast. He even seemed to have recovered from the injury suffered during his attempted breakthrough.
In a way, it was easier for Liam to see Simon as Maxwell and all the fearsome implications that comparison would cause.
However, Liam had an advantage there. He didn't need to beat Simon. He only had to kill him, and there were plenty of methods to achieve that.
